Waves

“I’m telling you, there’s something in the water.” Mack gave his fishing line a jerk.

“I hope so. Be a pure waste of bait otherwise.” Lewis pulled in his own line, giving up for the day.

“Not a fish, you idiot. It’s like the Loch Ness Monster or something.”

“Probably an old tire.”

“Feel for yourself.” Mack handed Lewis the rod.

Lewis gave the line a tug or two, then handed it back.

“Yup. Old tire. I’m sure of it.”

“Probably right,” Mack muttered. He cut the line, then paddled for shore.

Just in time as something large and old made a wave.

Photo copyright – B. W. Beacham
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